The boat pushed off.
“Goodby!” cried Ratcliffe, half laughing, half angry, with Satan, but quite unable to veto the promised gift.
“’By,” replied the other, raising a hand.
Jude, who had said not one word, suddenly began to giggle.
“What’s wrong with you?” asked Satan.
“I dunno,” replied Jude, “but there’s somethin’ about that guy that makes me want to laugh.”
CHAPTER VI
SKELTON SAILS
The breeze had risen with the declining sun and the water round the Dryad looked like a spread of smashed sapphires.